Arizona weekly enterprise., 1887-10-08
STRATEGY, NERVE AND LIBERTY.
The Story of Confederate Soldiers
 Escape from the Federal Guards.

The Story of Confederate Soldiers
 Escape from the Federal Guards.
 Some time later we were transferred to Point Lookout prison, Maryland. Among our number was a young man named Hunter, of Washington, D. C.. During his imprisonment he had been furnished with a complete wardrobe, far more complete than any Confederate soldier dared to dream of. On the day of departure he was dressed in ''nobby" business suit, looking as unlike soldier of any kind as could be. The prisoners were gathered together in the quadrangle of the prison, and as each name was called the man passed through the office out to the pavement and formed in column between the lines of guards. Each prisoner carried his effects-if he was fortunate enough to possess any. When Hunters name was called he came out enveloped in his blanket, his hat knocked awry and carrying his valise. Those who had seen how jauntily he looked in the yard scarcely recognized this figure that shuffied, with its shamb- ling gait, out to the pavement, nor did they understand why he had made such guy of himself. The prisoners talked and laughed gayly among themselves.
 No one noticed Hunter lay aside his blanket and spruce" himself up. Ask ing conrade to look after his blanket and valise, and to make no remark on anything he might see, Hunter moved to the cITbstone side of the column. Un- noticed by the guards he stepped beyond the curbing and faced around, looking nE0I ot 1,a lso,e urely lighting cigar. One of the guards noticed the distingue individual and brought his musket down to a ''charge bayoiiets," remarking: ''It's against orders, sir, for anyone to come on this side of the street." Hunter coolly said, while putting his cigar: ''Oh, I'd like to get good look at these d-d rebels. The guard repeated: Its against orders, sir. and you will have to cross the street. " ''All right" says Hunter, not wishing to prolong the conversation, and he saun- tered across the street-turning occa- sionally to look at the prisoners-where, leaning against a tree box he watched the "Johnnies" with as much curiosity as anyone there. When the column moved off the cheer that went up from llC SO11CNiC1etOS 0Glo AltOoSub t4AO lockers on to be the escape of pent up feelings of prisoners at being let out into the open air, when in reality it was the farewell outburst of admiration for their comrade left standing there, who, by his strategy and nerve, had won for himself freer air than they breathed.
 Hunter spent several days in Washing ton, then started for Dixie, but was cap tured at Bowling Green, Va, not as an escaped prisoner, but as one who couldn t E give a clear account Of himself. His captors halted for the night on the way to Washington, taking refuge in an old abandoned house, with one of those large stone chimreys 50 common in Virginia. The windows being all boarded up and one of the guards lying against the door, they thought that sufficient to hold a fancy little '.bloclzade runncr,' there fore relaxed their vigilance so much as to sleep. A little fire, smoke and soot were slight impediments to a man like the prisoner. He crawled up the chim- ney, dropped down on the outside, and prisons knew him no omore.-Philadelph Times.